It’s been six years ago today since we said good-bye to my Mom. My husband brought home a beautiful bouquet of wild flowers in her honor.
As I was painting this small little vignette of the flowers, I found yet another metaphor for life from watercolors. Initially it looked a little “blah” – and the white flowers didn’t really stand out. It wasn’t until I added the darks, that the flowers really stood out. Hmmm – the dark strokes of life. I don’t like it when they get “painted into my life”, but in the end, they add depth, contrast and value. And the bright spots are highlighted and made more beautiful. I think Mom would have liked that analogy.